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STEPHEN BRIAN Brady

Oasis in Rome

behind a hedge
on pavement edge
circling our tent
a waiter raises up a flap
on the brink of protest
'bout the stink
our camels make
but takes our order nonetheless
lemons figs and apricots
perfumed teas in china pots

and for the herders
'cross the street on the church steps
un carafe d'eau and plain baguettes

we tap out rythmns with our spoons
bubble-pipe mid exhaust-fumes
perfumed in bluish swirls
with music from a hidden source
anticipate the dancing-girls

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Musee des Beaux-Arts Nice

Notice on a worm-ridden Clavichord
'You are formally requested not to touch'

it was a bright October day
at the house of Princess Kotschoubey
that I was filled with mal-intent
a desire to touch her instrument
did I detect within her gaze
encouragement a spark before a blaze
and then tip-toed across the sunlit room
her guardian and t'was though that fading bloom
had wilted that Autumn rose was dead
so with little joy but peevishly
I touched other things instead

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Cous Cous Cous

one perfumed night he'd cracked
and halfway through her act
the belly-dancer's drummer
flipped and did a runner

from the Palace Crescent Restaurant Bistro and Grill

then a slightly over-the-hill
alpha-minor diner
thought he saw his chance
a bit of Eastern promise
a possible romance
misinterpreted her glance

and so far as he was able
he rattled at his table
with knife and fork and spoon
but a shadow crossed the moon

and someone sang Delilah

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The Whale

in the night-rain
driven from the river
'cross the railway-tracks
at traffic-lights

came face to face
with the ghost of a whale
searching for his jaw-bone
one-time strapped to the ceiling of a pub

and in the time it takes
the lights from red to green
in his eyes
thought I'd seen much more

as down the hill to the sea
at the dock-wall
saw his tail-light dip and fade
as he dived
tarmac deep

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As Time Unfurls

along the pavement's edge
tracking the sun
holding on to preconceptions
of bathing in the pool of light
there between the chemist's and the charity-shop

and exotiques come down to drink
display their true colours
make music for the dancing-girls

and as time unfurls
wonder what has changed

not the slate grey rooves
or the red brick walls

and when the rain came
only those sheltering beneath sodden umbrellas
outside the street cafe
paused and glanced back

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The Other Side of The Track

out from the depths of a mirror
past lemons sliced for fish
a sign says 'take the knife-edge'

across the railroad-track
to where a wooden church tower
displays it's manuscript of uneven teeth

and from the arid hills is cast
a net of criss-cross wires

and badly sketched from memory
a horse drawn seaward
has strayed with it's cart

listens to the engine's roar
at a blind bend in the track
all pickedoutofthedust on a twelve-string guitar

it's mirror-smoke and steam

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The Moth

he laid aside the monthly Moth Gazette
he knew he'd rolled his final cigarette

too set in his ways
to deny his only vice
he stretched his wings
slightly frayed and singed

for one last flight
to an old flame
'twould be just a spurt of fire in the night
as she sucked him in

he'd feel no pain
a correspondent had surmised
another from a butterfly
took a different slant on things

but the god of moths
there where a single light-bulb hangs in space

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Death of the Puppeteer

the day the puppeteer died
with gloved hands
he thrust the shutters open wide
while out at sea
yachts edge balanced on the roof's red tiles
straggling in single file
and light explodes as he sings
and drags his strings
from the crooked white fingers on the bed
a new world unravelling deep inside his wooden head
somehow down the stairs
across the hall
the hotel dog draws back against the wall
he finds the shade
a slatted chair on the promenade

discovered near the carousel
they hung him up to dry
and there he dances in the wind
with wild and staring eyes

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Cote de Take-care

in the gardens of 'Preluscient Spor'
the Eucalypsa lies
and drolls each alternatory claw
with pleasurable sighs

honey-sweet his lantern jaws
those dentures flash and flay

it is a cuminside y'self
and bring a frentoplay

then a Bourgeoisie of Cannes-on sea
on this fallen afternoon
did cast a dogline poodle loose
and went to look too soon

from the hundred greens
where light in stealth
seeped in from the wine-dark sea
the flicking tongue of the kreel sped out

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Eyewitness

Adapted from Chretien de Troyes
'Le Conte du Graal le Roman de Percival

and the birds fell strangely silent before the Angels came
approached him through the forest
and he at a boyish game

then five Knights fully-armed came on at a walking pace
and the noise of wood on iron resounded in that place
how the branches of oak and hornbeam crashed against their shields
and lances striking armour as the horses twist and wheel

and he heard their hauberks jingling as still they weren't to be seen
then they came into the clearing and he saw it as a dream
their bright and shining helmets scarlet and purest white
and the gold and blue and silver and the sun was dazzling bright
and he cried 'God have mercy' and a sign of the Cross he made
and one of the Knights came forward, said 'Do not be afraid '.

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